“You bet it does.”
“Do you work hard?”
“Not at all.”
“Then I’m afraid it wouldn’t suit me. I’ve been used to hard work, and, if I knocked off, it might hurt me.”
Barker was enraged at this cool reply, and he would have struck Bob in the head had not Casco held him back.
“I told you how it would be,” said the scar-faced man. “He is too particular for this crowd.”
“Maybe not,” said Bob, who was anxious to learn what were the plans of the gang. “Tell me the work, and I may join.”
“Can you keep your mouth shut?” asked Casco.
“I can when I have to.”
“We are going to get rich by a bold move,” said Barker. “We intend to make twenty thousand dollars in one night, and——”